Summary: (Modern Au) After the death of your only living relative, you find yourself lost in life and your feelings. To make things worse, you have to deal with Steve Rogers someone from your past that is more present in your life now than ever.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
A Thin Line Between Love and Hate
Summary: Reader left Steve and his Motorcycle Club to join The Crossbones after Rumlow offers her a deal she can’t refuse. Now after two years she’s is back and Steve needs answers.
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Status: Ongoing
“did chris evans actually jump that high to grab onto that helicopter in civil war?”
friendly reminder that chris vaulted with ease over chris pratt after just telling him less than a minute before that he would be able to clear him if he only put his head down.
I want a Celebrity Obstacle Course show where all the pretty people can show off their hard stunt work for us and also occasionally eat it, because they need to be humbled sometimes. The judges would be career stunt people, to give them visibility, because they work even harder. Shirts optional.
You wouldn’t even finish the phrase “Celebrity Ninja Warrior” before Chris would start jumping up and doing yelling “Me! Me! Pick me!”
Anyone know how to contact Netflix about this?
friendly reminder Chris did most of his stunts bc the stunt guys couldn’t move like him.
“One thing we found, too, is Chris can run very fast. He also has a very unique run. It’s almost a dancer’s run. And when we tried to double him for running, there was nobody who could run like him. They just didn’t have the same dynamics or the way he moves. He had to end up doing most of his running.”
“What we also found, is that we had gymnasts come in to do things, and Chris could do the same stuff that they could do, but it would look like Chris Evans. When the body doubles or the gymnasts or the runners did it, it just didn’t look like him. He has such a unique way of moving, and he could pretty much do all of his own physical stuff that wasn’t dangerous. Like this shot right here, we had a gymnast do this, and Chris actually ended up doing it better. That’s Chris here. He hops up on a tank and over a 12-foot wall. It looks effortless but it’s not that easy!”
“Chris worked his butt off for four months doing gymnastics and stunt training so in a scene like this he could go toe-to-toe with Georges St-Pierre and make it look really credible. Once the helmet comes off, 95% of that is Chris, except obviously for that massive aerial kick that he does. I think he did a fantastic job.”
gifs and commentary (blu-ray) above from @sherloques Rehearsal above from @dailymarvel
The really cool thing about Chris Evans is that he’s a super talented, athletic guy. He retains things amazingly well. I mean, I’m blown away. I can show him a 15-punch fight two times, and he’s got it. - Thomas Harper, Stunt Coordinator, CATWS
gifs & commentary from @bealeeve-me
gifs from @aguaman
Why is it, that every time I look up the steve rogers x reader tag, all I see is bucky barnes x reader?
This is one of my favourite songs.
It’s just great: the rhythm, the violin, the girl dancing, them both dancing, his outfit, rapping, the list goes on.
My eldest babysit kid immediately started dancing with the girl. She did a pretty good job too.
Guysss vote for Hungary! 😀
Hungary in Eurovision: 2017 // Pápai Joci - Origo
Go Joci!!!
Eurovision are you ready? Go Hungary!
"Why did you lie to me That my color does not matter You knew that my eyes are brown And they will never change in me" The meaning behind this is soo deep 👏
I recommend this to everyone! 👇 The Bards of Wales (English) Edward the king, the English king, Bestrides his tawny steed, "For I will see if Wales," said he, "Accepts my rule indeed. "Are stream and mountain fair to see? Are meadow grasses good? Do corn-lands bear a crop more rare Since wash'd with rebel's blood? "And are the wretched people there, Whose insolence I broke As happy as the oxen are Beneath the driver's yoke? "In truth this Wales, Sire, is a gem, The fairest in your crown: The stream and field rich harvest yield, And fair and dale and down. "And all the wretched people there Are calm as man could crave; Their hovels stand throughout the land As silent as the grave." Edward the king, the English King Bestrides his tawni steed; A silence deep his subjects keep And Wales is mute indeed. The castle named Montgomery Ends that day's journeying; The castle's lord, Montgomery, Must entertain the king. Then game and fish and ev'ry dish That lures the taste and sight A hundred hurrying servants bear To please the appetite. With all of worth the isle brings forth In dainty drink and food, And all the wines of foreign vines Beyond the distant flood. "You lords, you lords, will none consent His glass with mine to ring? What? Each one fails, you dogs of Wales, To toast the English king? "Though game and fish and ev'ry dish That lures the taste and sight Your hand supplies, your mood defies My person with a slight. "You rascal lords, you dogs of Wales, Will none for Edward cheer? To serve my needs and chant my deeds Then let a bard appear!" The nobles gaze in fierce amaze, Their cheeks grow deadly pale; Not fear but rage their looks engage, They blanch but do not quail. All voices cease in soundless peace, All breathe in silent pain; Then at the door a harper hoar Comes in with grave disdain: "Lo, here I stand, at your command, To chant your deeds, O king!" And weapons clash and hauberks crash Responsive to his string. "Harsh weapons clash and hauberks crash, And sunset sees us bleed, The crow and wolf our dead engulf - This, Edward, is your deed! "A thousand lie beneath the sky, They rot beneath the sun, And we who live shall not forgive This deed your hand hath done!" "Now let him perish! I must have" (The monarch's voice is hard) "Your softest songs, and not your wrongs!" In steps a boyish bard: "The breeze is soft at eve, that oft From Milford Havens moans; It whispers maidens' stifled cries, It breathes of widows' groans. "You maidens, bear no captive babes! You mothers, rear them not!" The fierce king nods. The lad is seiz'd And hurried from the spot. Unbidden then, among the men, There comes a dauntless third With speech of fire he tunes his lyre, And bitter is his word: "Our bravest died to slake your pride - Proud Edward, hear my lays! No Welsh bards live who e'er will give Your name a song a praise. "Our harps with dead men's memories weep. Welsh bards to you will sing One changeless verse - our blackest curse To blast your soul, O king!" "No more! Enough!" - cries out the king. In rage his orders break: "Seek through these vales all bards of Wales And burn them at the stake!" His men ride forth to south and north, They ride to west and east. Thus ends in grim Montgomery The celebrated feast. Edward the king, the English king Spurs on his tawny steed; Across the skies red flames arise As if Wales burned indeed. In martyrship, with song on lip, Five hundred Welsh bards died; Not one was mov'd to say he lov'd The tyrant in his pride. "'Ods blood! What songs this night resound Upon our London streets? The mayor shall feel my irate heel If aught that sound repeats! Each voice is hush'd; through silent lanes To silent homes they creep. "Now dies the hound that makes a sound; The sick king cannot sleep." "Ha! Bring me fife and drum and horn, And let the trumpet blare! In ceaseless hum their curses come - I see their dead eyes glare..." But high above all drum and fife and trumpets' shrill debate, Five hundred martyr'd voices chant Their hymn of deathless hate.
